"Er...look here..." Nicholas said, collecting himself. It was probably the closest to a near death experience he had ever gone through, and his body was shaking violently. But Nicholas wasn't about to let everyone down. Ophelia had said "go", and he wasn't one to pass up on a challenge. It looked like they were going to have to move fast. "I can carry Orion...but i don't know where we're supposed to go." He said, hoping Roma had something in mind. He walked over to Orion, waiting for Roma's approval to pick him up and get the **** out of there.

A deep rumbling sound started coming from the darkness of where the three children came from. It sounded like pots and pans were banging together loudly, and like pipes were creaking when they were old. It got louder and louder, as gleaming silver figures came from the darkness. Although they were still far away, you could see the gleam of silver off of them.

Orion heard the rumbling from his mind. It felt like he was going to explode, it was so loud. He blinked and opened his eyes slowly, everything fuzzy and unstable around the edges. He couldn't tell who was near him, and frankly, he didn't really care. He tried to get up, but found out that his head was bleeding, as so was his right leg, since his left leg scraped the small lantern thing that was hanging on the wall. He tried moving his arms, but couldn't feel his right arm. It felt like it was broken, but it didn't look like it was. "..My.. arm.." he managed to say, wincing and groaning at the same time. He struggled to his feet, leaning on his left leg and cradling his hurt arm as he looked in the direction of the noise. "..We have to go.." he said, not moving since he couldn't really balance by hopping, but nodding towards a door the was next to Hoxac's study.

Nicholas ripped off a piece of his shirt, which he wrapped around Orion's head wound. "Yeah, i'm all for that." He said, helping to support Orion. "Let's just go...please. Anywhere. I don't care." He was starting to get really creeped out...he had never gotten that close to death before and he didn't plan on doing it again.

Roma lifted Orion up from the side Nicholas wasn't supporting and had him lean up against her. "Careful. Don't hurt anything more than it's already hurt." They had to get out of here. Orion was badly hurt and he needed the proper medical help. Another reason was that Hoxac was probably on his way over to them, planning on killing them all. She opened the door that Orion nodded towards and took him inside, motioning for everyone else to follow her.

Nicholas followed Roma and Orion, and once everyone was in the room he shut the door, moving a large desk in front of it. "Heh." He said sheepishly, scratching his head. "Just in case, you know?" He sat down on a chair.

Orion moved and positioned himself on a couch. It seemed like they were in some kind of parlor, just a relaxation room. It had a fireplace, a closet, a small bathroom, and bookcases. Orion closed his eyes, everything still fuzzy. He was replaying everything back in his mind.. he suddenly opened his eyes wide, then glanced at the window. "..The window.. it.. was opened.." he said, looking towards the window but noticing that all of them were shut tight. He blinked in surprise, then looked puzzled. "..I heard a noise.. in my head.. like.. everything was unlocking itself.. but.. " he trailed off, then shook his head. "..Forget it," he mumbled, putting his leg up and cradling his arm.

The banging and clanging continued, as it got closer to the room. Suddenly it stopped, then a sword point came halfway through the door. Orion looked up, flinching as he opened his eyes wide. He stared at the sword, then looked at everyone else. "..I've noticed that sword.. on a suit of armor before," he said softly, hoping that one of his worst fear wasn't coming true --- that Hoxac sent out an army of living suits of armors.

Ooc: I have to go. I'll probably post one more post, then post something tomorrow afternoon. Oh! And I meant that Orion had heard the unlocking before he went unconcious.. but when he woke up, they all locked again.

OoC: Oh okay.

Roma glared at the swords as if they were death, itself. "On...suits of armor, you said? Doesn't that mean that..." She trailed off. She was guessing that everyone got the picture without her telling all of them. But she too had a quick look at the locked window. She wished that the doors and windows were unlocked. Her idea of trying to solve a mystery didn't involve fighting off a bunch of suits or armor.

"...er...suits of armor don't usually do that do they?" Nicholas asked, skeptically. "The windows sound good to me." he walked toward the window, waiting for approval before opening it. He looked down out the window. "...Wait...exactly what floor are we on?" He asked, wondering how this was going to work. He supposed anything was better than being killed by a living suit of armour, but it would be nice to know that they wouldn't be jumping 3 stories.

"Well, you don't have to worry about what floor we're on. The windows are still locked, remember?" She sighed as she found a chair and sat down in it. "I guess we have no choice but to fight off these suits of armor...without magic." Without magic? How would that work out for us? She had never fought someone off without magic, unless punching a few people in the face counted. But she doubted that she could just punch a siut of armor and knock it out cold.

Nicholas sighed, moving away from the windows. "So i suppose this would be out of the question than, right?" Nicholas said, pulling the gun out of his jacket pocket. He wasn't sure what was right anymore-he wasn't supposed to have a weapon, he was supposed to have a weapon...things were just way too confusing.

Roma shook her head. "I really doubt that is going to come in handy. But you might want to keep it just in case. I don't know for what reason or anything, but just keep it." She looked out the window. Everything was still very dark and the rain was still coming down. Her friends were probably out partying while she was here, stuck in a haunted mansion where a bunch of suits of armor were attacking them.

Nicholas shrugged and put the gun back in his jacket pocket. He could hear them clinking and clanking outside the door, and wondered if this would be the last week of his life...the last day. He shook his head. "Crazy..." He said, for a lack of words, but he was pretty sure they understood what he was talking about.

Quidditch seemed so trivial now...he had always known it was just a game, but to him it had been his whole life. Maybe Elizabeth had been right...he had only thought there was more to life than quidditch before, but now he really knew as he started to think on all the things he had missed out on, or taken for granted.

As Roma watched the rain fall, she felt a tear drop down her cheek. It looked very pathetic that the whole time she was here, she tryed to look more stronger than she actually was. But now she had doubts. She didn't know if she was strong enough to destroy an army of armor suits and spectres, trying to kill them all. For once in her life, she felt weak. Like there was nothing she could do. As if this was her last day as a living human being.

Nicholas looked up and saw Roma looking just about as depressed as he was. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort not only her, but himself. "We're all in this crazy mess together...not alone." He said, his voice low and gentile.

Roma wiped the tear away from her face and tryed to cheer up. "I know. It's just hard to imagine how we're going to get through all of this. I feel as if we're going to be in here for a long time. This mansion, I mean. That thought really scares me. I just wish I could see my friends and family for one last time."

'Oh! C'mon guys! Everything is going to be fine!' John said to them. He didn't believe in his own words at one hundred percent. He also wanted to get out of there and see everyone who was important to him again. Something told him that they were all going to die. Altough, his heart told him that he would get out of that mansion and go back to his friends and family safe. The problem was how to do it... they had to think of a way. They had to.

"Me too..." Nicholas thought back to all the people he had said goodbye to...had it really been for the last time? He shook his head. "Let's try not to think about it. We've got...er...more substantial problems at hand." He said, glancing toward the door, which looked like it was about to burst open any second. He held his gun loosely in his hand...maybe it wouldn't work against spectres, but it might come in handy for suits of armour.

ooc: Hey, could someone give me the short version of everything that's been going on? I've browsed through some of the pages, but there's so much - and I havent got time to read through alll of it!

ooc: yay! you're back! *dances* er...wow it's so confusing. Basically it's the next day, sometime in the afternoon. We had split up to search the house and creepy stuffs kept happening. Then we met up and found a secret room where we read Horcrux's diary, than some more bad stuff happened where we got a bit bruised up, than Keon and Laila tried to kill us, but we resisted. Than they tried to kill us again, but Annabella came in, telling us to "go, he's coming" and then they vanished. Than there was some rumbling which was probably Hoxac, so we went into his study, locked the door, and now there's suits of armour trying to break it open and we're all freaking out.

*takes long sigh of relief*...did any of that make sense to you? Oh yeah, and Orion's bruised up real badly.

ooc: ok, thanks, I think I get the gist of it...lol, I'll try my best, and if I go wrong - just tell me!

Elizabeth browsed the titles on the bookshelves in the study, as much to take her mind off everything that was happening as to get a btter idea what kind of man Hoxac was. She swallowed hard, Roma was starting to cry and even Nicholas had an edge to his voice. As the sound of the suits of armour came ever closer, her mind wandered to her own family and friends, they had always been so proud of her, always getting top marks in every subject, going on to University to study further, being top of her class, but what good was that to her now? It couldn't help her against spectres or evil suits of armour intent on tearing her limb from limb...
Get a grip on yourself Beth she muttered, swallowing hard qnd screwing her eyes tight, you can do this, you can find a soltuion, just think, think!
She looked around the room, Hoxac really liked his luxury, there was a dumb waiter on the far wall, a tall mahogany drinks cabinet, no doubt filled with the finest Merlot the world had to offer, there was even an old porcelain sink, with ruby pots of soap.
"But how does any of that help us?" she said aloud. "Guns wont help - it'll only make a hole, we can hit them down, but they'll get back up again, fire wont work it'll only make them hot and even more dangerous...argh!" she screamed in frustration, "How on earth are we supposed to stop big hunks of sword yeilding metal mania..."
Her expression cleared and she looked over at Nicholas and Roma in disbelief.
"I have it!" she said, running over to Nicholas and grabbing his arm.
"Rust! Metal rusts, we make them rust - they wont be able to move anmor, it will stop them!" She said, willing him to understand where she was going.

In a dusty corner of the room, Jakob lay unusually calm, without uttering a word. He had managed to resist the Spectre children, he didn't know how, it was probably due to the rest of the group being in the same situation; somehow he had managed to hear all of the others' voices along with the little devils. And it was Hoxac he was obsessed with, in any case; simply the thought of him showing up made Jakob much more alert than he would have been without any apparitions.
The others' words rang across his mind, and he would have wanted to go to Roma and comfort her or to Orion to ask him something more, but he couldn't move. Not even the prospect of clashing suits of armour could wake him up. And his eyes grew progressively lifeless.

Nicholas smiled...he knew Elizabeth would come up with something. "Right...so we make them rust and we're all good." He said, feeling much more confident now. "But how are we going to make them rust?" He was sure she had something in mind, but Nicholas didn't know anything about metals, so he couldn't figure it out himself. Water maybe?

Orion fell silent, listening to everyone's talking. He glanced around, noticing that Jakob and Elizabeth had finally talked, and Jon, too, then blinked at Jakob. He looked so.. sleepy. Orion tried to move, trying to get to Jakob to wake him up so he wouldn't be so vulnerable, but it wasn't working. All the struggling to get up made him bump his numb arm, a searing pain riffling through his arm, and across his back, making him tense up and wince, closing his eyes.

He readjusted his leg, after the pain had gone down, only to send more pain up across his legs and hips. He bit down on his lip, making it bleed a bit, but didn't notice. His gash on his forehead had started to bleed again, but again, he didn't pay any attention. His mind was half on Jakob and half on what Elizabeth was saying, when he suddenly focused on what she was saying about rust.

He sat up rather quickly, scrunching his face in the pain, but then turned to Nicholas. "Water.. water and sunlight makes metal rust," he said, rather quickly. He pointed to the small bathroom with buckets and flashlights. "I have an idea," he said, over the pounding of the suits of armor. He nodded towards the fireplace, then took out some matches. "Someone light the fire. We need a hammer, which I think Hoxac loves, so he probably has a dozen of tools in the bathroom. We could fill up the buckets of water, just in case we need them," he said, not sure if he was making sense. "If someone would help me up, I'll start working on taking the water pipe out of the wall. Once we have the water pipe, we could turn on the faucet, spraying the suits of armor with water. Of course.. it wouldn't work if they were infront of us.." he got up eventually, leaning on the couch for support, then shaking his head. "We need maybe one or two people to distract the suits of armor. We.. could push the couch infront of them, pinning to the wall. I expect that would leave them stunned for a few seconds, long enough for the person or people to run down the hall, and make noise. We would sneak up behind them, call out, and once they turned around, spray them. Then someone else could take a torch, and flame those son of the *******." He paused, then thought about it. "..Of course.. the plan could backfire.."

ooc: whoops...sorry

Nicholas nodded his head. "I'll go make the fire...as for positions...i'll do anthing helpful." He went over to the fireplace and started making the fire, glad that they were finally getting somewhere and there was a good chance that they were not, indeed, going to die.

Orion nodded, then hopped/balanced his way over to the bathroom. He rummaged around, finding a sharp, if possible, hammer, then started hacking away at the fancy, yet cheap wall that covered the bathroom. In a few minutes, there was a hole under the sink, Orion sticking his head under and checking out where the water pipe was. He leaned back, then observed the bathroom. "If I'm not mistaken.. there should be a longer pipe inside the wall.." he said, going over to the wall and knocking, to see if it was hallow or not to hide a water pipe. He honestly didn't know if damaging the walls would anger the spectres, but he had a creepy feeling it did. He stuck his head, without moving, out of the bathroom and looked to see how Nicholas was working. "Are you doing alright?" He asked, trying to ignore the pounding of the walking suits.